little things

it was the day I forgot my phone,
[premeditated],
at a location on the rim's seafront,
exactly as I plotted, meticulously,
with my silences, with my hopes, 
but with not my vows,
only to trap you in my hook;

like a sea dog lured in sirens' song,
[you came…],
you came and obeyed
to my little things wrapped
into savaged scents, — [since then]

πŸ“–

mille fois

universe

Say

one that I want

ain't stopping

hold on

salut

on repeat

thousand love songs